Creation's Store - Poem by David Taylor
I have no new word to utter.
No magic philosophical mutter.
Not anything to say
that was not said another day.
The poets, authors, ancient scribes
have commented on every side.
About life and death
about the earth, the heavens
and all that might be left.
I have no sublime surprise
to give this reader new uplifting highs.
But one thing I did realise.
Creation never stays the same
this page today is a whole new game.
And what ever went before
creation has much more in store.
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